Escape

[Brittanni]

Hermia's Gold

She recoiled from his rear feeling like a wee beetle staring up at the rocky mountains. Swollen legs flailing under body struggling to remain upright and untangled. The aluminum shoe of her left front loose while right hoof was mangled where her overreach had ripped the shoe along with chunks of hoof wall off. The rush of adrenaline was receding as these small pains were a ever growing presence and nuisance in her mind. The world was caving in on her. Trees in the distance disappearing, as vision narrowed in onto the black shadow. the coos of birds faded, replaced with the ring of stress. If capable she might have lost the last of her last meal right there.
She returned to statue like state upon his words. Frozen within her self. Mind whirling over his foreign words.
What have I done? Lead stallion? What nonsense is he talking.....What mystery world is this?
There was breeding stallions, non-breeding stallions and geldings in her world. Lead stallions, on the other hand had no part to play in her world of fences and barns. The last time she had been given a space to share with another horse she was under 1, her fellow filly haven died while still nursing.
Her mind was still picking apart the latin he had spoken when he reached out that her own reaction was equal to a sloth. A screech of a banshee escaped her mouth, hind limbs shooting skyward at his retreating mouth. Then she shot off. Reached 5 beats before muscles cramped and crumbled beneath her weight no longer able to keep pace with her stubborn mind. Without an inch of elegance she plummeted to the ground, rolling once in a cloud of dust. Here she remained, brain finally acknowledging what it had been trying to ignore. Pain.




No more yielding but a dream